Posted by: HAT | December 12, 2014

Facing Facts

Picture of book, The Meaning of Gifts by Paul Tournier, with a picture of Jake and Jo Thiessen, December 1982

One of the books, with a picture of the people who gave it to me.

Hi, Gang!

I brought a lot of books and stuff home from Mom and Dad’s house over the course of the summer. They have taken up residence in my office, which has created an almost intolerably claustrophobic effect.

Yes, it should be possible for a mammal larger than a cat to walk across the room.

Nevertheless, I have been dragging my feet when it comes to “doing something” about the situation. But yesterday, I made it to the office supply store and bought the indispensable boxes. Today is the designated day for the doing of something. So …

I finally thought about it, consciously, this morning. Whatever the something is, doing it can only mean one thing, in the end: getting all of this stuff out of here. And then, well … all these reminders of Mom and Dad, and who they were and what they cared about … you know what I mean?

Yes, this stuff is driving me crazy. That’s nothing new. There were a lot of things that drove me crazy about my mom and dad.

But they were things that drove me crazy about people I loved.


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